The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1887-12-07
The Rose Was Dead.

of the festal day. Was there ever such a
Jay beEore2 Was the sunshine ever 30
bright and genial' Ask the gentlemen
who promensded Broadway with their
fall overeoats on their arms. and the
ladies' who lost all interest in winter
waps. They will all tell that il was the
pleasantest day that late November has
ever seen And 80 viii some one else,
the weather clerk He was in bis Office
yesterday. and his friend, who had not
seen him for long time, asked him to
explain the phenomenon
A very sad and melancholy expression
came over the clerks face when the Ques-
ton was asked. You wouldn't UNDER
stand H. he said. " People think these
sunny days are merely freaks Of the
we 'ther, bat they are not. You can al
ways rely upon it there is a story in such
a day as this, and, as usual. there Is a
woman in the ease. No need of telling
you who, and by the way. the merry
bells are going to chime soon, and then
she will be mine for ever and ever
.The other day said the clerk. as he
shot an order for some See" down the
pneumatic tube, " was up to see her
saw Immediately that something had gone
wrong. and when took her hand in
mine and stood by the window she didn't
have that far.away look she should on
such occasions but WAS gazing silently
down on little dying wi;hered rosebush
in the window. II was little mite of a
thing, and suggested that il should be
dropped intothe garbage barrel Dear me,
how she famed upl ! shall never forget
Il, and then she told me an awfully fun
ny story, so funny that people ike you
and all the others who live in a money
making world will not believe it,"
The clerk paused lie solemnly filed
the sparkling wine-glass, and his visitor,
who was accustomed to his ways. asked
him to pre,liet the weather for to-day.
This was the story he went on, but
warn yoH that if you have come to look
upon all the stories that the old grand
fathers used to tell their children as so
much rubbish, you will not understand H.
The rosebHsh, she said. was 10 her most
sacred thing, and the one diving rose
dearer rthan-than-well a. dear don't
you know ? She got il from somewhere
or other in the spring and put il in the
window. The very next day, would y u
believe il. she saw the sun kissing it and
trying to make it believe that he was its
best friend in the wOr,i-uOt your World,
the other. She-my life and hope
the sunbeams woOing
the one poor rose and, ! suppose, did all
she could TO warn il that sunbeams and
men were deceivers ever But il was no
use. The rose seemed to really love the
sunbeam and | suppose surrendered all
its hopes to him. The sunbeam was its
life, and under his influence the perttv
rose bloomed sweetIy as the pretty
girl that watched by the windows side
And now," " said the clerk, emphatic
ally. I don't doubt for minute that it
was case Of tIUest love. All through
the spring days and through the summer
hours the love making went on, 50 she
says, and the rose grew more and more
beautiful. OF course you know the con-
sequence of hearts too true anil bursting.
October came, and for the first time the
pretty watcher noticed that the sunbeam
came latter and left earlier. There was
another rose in the case, in some fair
southern garden, and the pretty one up
town was east aside, Tilted, thrown away
left.
Sincerely believe that one girl cried
over the ruthless action of the sunbeam,
and certainly the pretty rose began to
fade and die. II couldn't stand it. Its
heart was breaking, but, 20 far a. have
learned. it never eomplIined. IL inst
pined away, waiting for the sunbeam
that never came. If / was the rose /
would have applied for seperatiou. and
got my friend, De Laneey NiroII, to press
the suit. But roses, pshaw what do
they know? Nothing, positively nOthingi
Why but let me go in and tell you Why
yesterday was the day it was.
All this story, and to tell you the
truth don't take much stock in il, was
told to me by the window, and then she
turned to me with hergreatappealingeyes
as they say in the novels, and said.
Help me and help nay rnse-' There l
was. Help her? Why, wouIl walk
around the block with the BROOKLYN
bridge for her sake. and 81 very soon
to help her hurried down
to the office and Just discovered that the
sun was mighty gay LOthario and was
having big time in the southern gar
dens. | am the weather clerk. never
forget that, and in short time recalled
the sun from his winter jaunt and ex-
pLIine,l tho shall not ssayl that he had
better see the little rose whose heart he
had won-
But, ah me When could you ever
drive 've like a slave2 Still, as everyone
Is my witness, the sun got into town
quite early Yesterday morning and re-
manned late. He went back to the rose
and. let Us hope, asked ITS forgiveness.
Hello, there's the phone.
Hello, we'll, what do won want?
Hurry up, do hear me? Get q little fur
ther away and talk pIainer-n0w. Oh.
its YOU. is it ? Yes. dear, I am talking.
What-you don't mean it. Really? Well
say at s. Glad to hear it, and hope he
viii stay away"
The clerk left the telephone He ruDg
for his courier and with stern. cold face
he sIid Bring along the winter winds,
the bleak nights. the wild rains, the snow
and everything else"
He looked sadly at his visitor and said.
% the rose died Just as the sun went down
Notice Of funeral hereafter The visitor.
who knew the clerk better than the 10
commandments. felt that it was unless TO
try to get sensible explanation from
him Of Why the day was warm. And 80
he left him, and the courier closed up
the pneumatic tube for the day.-Eom
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